I'm an ad man
ad man baby, be ready for the booty love
lube you up with pavlov spittle and drop bollocks from above, yeah,
i'm an ad man, baby, let me set your scene
what we see in it for you, can not be unseen
ad man, ad man, we tear you a new third eye
that you can't close or open, and will never cry
uhh, ad man, attencion deficit porn
when we kill your ego dead, the best clients are born
--

You have to know the system to break it? Shit doesn't break, except maybe when it's really cold, and the smug wieners just glow with self recognition.

(such was my B3TA cherry poppings)
(funktrash soul = combustion engine, Tue 1 Jun 2010, 19:57, 2 replies)

You are truely
Open and ready.
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Tue 1 Jun 2010, 20:07, closed)

Bill Hicks RIP
By the way, if anyone here is in marketing or advertising...kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I'm doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalisation for what you do, you are Satan's little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the marketing people: 'There's gonna be a joke comin' up.' There's no fuckin' joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself...borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something...rid the world of your evil fuckin' presence.

Bill Hicks
(Sir Tainley Barking Ezekiel 23:20, Tue 1 Jun 2010, 20:28, closed)